OliviaAs I reached for the cream envelope, flashes of another evening raced through my mind. The night Colin had come to pick me up.He had seemed so… suspicious. Something about the way that his eyes met mine in the rear view mirror made me uneasy. To be fair, he was always cold toward me, but something about that night was just… off.But there was also the peculiar detail of him having a private vacation with Jenifer. The two seemed an unlikely pair for such an intimate getaway. They were, after all, adoptive father and daughter, and yet there had always been an uncomfortable amount of intimacy between the two since I returned to the pack.I had so many questions, suspicions even. But I kept them buried, afraid of unearthing truths that might disrupt the delicate balance we all maintained.Snapping back to the present, Nathan’s voice broke through my musings. “Olivia? Are you okay?”I blinked, trying to shake off the unsettling memories. “I’m fine,” I murmured, though the uncertain
Nathan“Jen,” I said, disentangling myself from my adoptive sister’s tight embrace. “It’s good to see you.”Jenifer smiled. I watched as her eyes slid over to Olivia, who was the perfect picture of a charming ‘mate’. She looked lovely tonight, wearing a maroon dress that hugged her growing belly. There was an undeniable glow about her recently, which was becoming more pronounced by the day as the pregnancy progressed. Even when she was crying over Alvin’s horrible reaction to our help, she looked radiant.But Jen didn’t smile at her. Or at least, her lips smiled, but her eyes didn’t. Her eyes were cold, and the smile didn’t reach them.“Nice to see you, Jenifer,” Olivia said. “You look pretty. I like your dress.”“Hm. Thanks,” Jenifer replied coldly before abruptly turning back to face me. “Join me in the parlor for a drink before dinner, Nathan?”Jenifer’s voice oozed charm, but I could detect a hint of mischief beneath the smooth tone.What was going on tonight?I hesitated, my eyes
OliviaStepping into the kitchen, despite Jenifer’s snide comment, honestly felt like entering a sanctuary from the tension-filled parlor.The kitchen was a vibrant blend of old-world charm and modern-day convenience. Vaulted ceilings gave it an airy expanse, with large wooden beams crisscrossing overhead, bearing testament to the age of the mansion.Sturdy brick walls, their reds and browns muted by time, enclosed the space warmly, the occasional flicker of light reflecting off the antique copper pots and pans hanging decoratively against them.A grand stone hearth dominated one wall, its blackened surface a silent witness to countless meals prepared over open flames. Above it, a large iron rack held dried herbs, their fragrances intertwining and filling the air with a pleasant, earthy aroma.The kitchen was more than just a place to prepare food; it was the heart of the home, pulsating with life, love, and history. In fact, I quickly came to the conclusion that it was the nicest roo
Olivia“Why aren’t you with the other guests?”Colin’s looming presence towered over me, his cold gray eyes piercing through my soul. I felt almost sickened by the expression on his face.“I was helping in the kitchen,” I replied, somehow managing to find the courage to speak despite the strange sense of fear in my gut.“Helping? In the kitchen?” Colin’s words came out along with a wry, condescending chuckle. “Olivia, if I had known you wanted to get your hands dirty so badly, I would have hired you to scrub my floors.”Colin’s words cut deep. But before I could find the right answer, Nathan's familiar presence was suddenly by my side. I hardly had a second to register his arrival before his lips lightly brushed my cheek. The unexpected gesture made me blush a deep crimson.“Hey, dad,” he said. “What were you two discussing?” Nathan’s voice was calm, but there was an undeniable undercurrent of tension.I wondered what he and Jenifer discussed in the parlor; whatever it was seemed to s
NathanI watched in horror as Olivia’s face contorted in confusion, her voice wavering.“What do you mean, Colin?” she asked.I could feel the tension in the room thicken. I knew my father well, and this was one of his manipulative games. I should have known that it would come to this. Without my mother here to scold him, he was a loose cannon.And it seemed as though Jenifer wasn’t putting in any effort to control him, either. If anything, I suspected that she was egging him on, although for what reason I couldn’t be sure.“When I picked you up the other night,” he began, looking at Olivia with a smirk, “you had dirt under your nails, that mysterious box in hand, and you mentioned Jenifer. I’m just curious.”“I-I didn’t mean anything by it,” Olivia stammered, looking back and forth between Colin and Jenifer while the rest of the guests watched in amusement. “I was only trying to make conversation.”“Conversation?” my father asked, cocking his head to the side. “The conversation shoul
OliviaI had never meant to eavesdrop, but sometimes fate places you right where you’re not supposed to be. I had a particular penchant for that, it seemed.Tucked behind a potted plant outside the study, the murmurs from within drifted into my ears. It was a dangerous game I was playing, but curiosity had always been a weakness of mine.“It’s settled. I’ll be putting her in confinement.” Colin’s voice reached me, and the weight of that word pressed heavily on my chest. I felt a sting in my eyes and a single tear traced its way down my cheek.Confinement. At the very mention of the word, my fingers curled tightly over the edge of the clay pot, my nails digging into the soil. The thought of being trapped and isolated while exposed to the elements and the whims of crooked guards was terrifying.However, the conversation took an unexpected turn when Nathan’s voice, layered with conviction, pierced the air.“I… I love Olivia.”The world seemed to momentarily stop. My heart, so stricken wi
OliviaNo matter how hard I tried, sleep eluded me that night. Despite the plush bedding and the soothing hum of the night crickets outside, my mind whirred with a thousand unsolved puzzles.The strange behavior of Jen and Colin, the peculiar dynamics between the guests, and Nathan’s confession in the study—each detail gnawed at me.I needed fresh air.Throwing my blankets off of myself, I threw on my robe and padded down the hall, past Nathan’s room, then down the steps. A moment later, I stepped out into the expansive yard.The cool breeze kissed my skin, and the soft glow of the moonlight painted everything in muted hues. But the serenity outside was in stark contrast to the turmoil inside of me.What was the story behind Jenifer’s particular rudeness tonight? Why had Colin vacationed without Maria and Nathan? Where was Maria, and why… Why was there a sultry portrait of Jenifer hung above the fireplace, where I was pretty certain Maria’s portrait used to hang?Lost in thought, a su
NathanThe stillness of the night was suffocating, even long after I finished my midnight walk with Olivia.As I lay there, tangled in a web of sheets, the weight of the evening’s events pressed on my chest.Every attempt to close my eyes and find some semblance of rest was thwarted by a flood of thoughts—Olivia’s worried expression, Jen’s aloofness, the disconcerting discovery in her room.The earlier admission in my father’s study also kept replaying itself again and again. It was supposed to be a simple ruse. Pretend. But with each passing moment, the lines between pretend and reality blurred.And the worst part? My heart didn't seem to mind.But the game had changed, and there was a part of me—the wolf, the Alpha, the son—that couldn’t stand by idly while my family spiraled. Olivia’s words resonated within me all night: “I’ll stand by you.”They were my anchor amid the chaos.Eventually, the sky began to lighten and I hadn’t slept at all. My pitch black room became cast in a soft
OliviaI gripped the edges of the podium, my knuckles whitening from the strain as I stared out over the sea of faces. All eyes were trained squarely on me, awaiting my words. But I was frozen.A tremor of nausea wormed its way up my throat as I stared out at them. What was I thinking—how could I have ever agreed to this? Speaking to crowds had never been my forte; that was Nathan’s arena, not mine. I was just the woman behind the scenes, the young mom who had never gone to college, the one who had been handed her job by her husband…Suddenly, a flicker of motion off to the side caught my eye—Nathan, standing just at the edge of the stage with his arms folded across his chest. Even from this distance, I could feel the weight of his steady gaze, that piercing Alpha stare that always seemed to see straight into the depths of my soul.He must have sensed my faltering because, slowly, deliberately, he offered me the faintest of smiles and a single, reassuring nod.And just like that, the
Olivia I looped my arm through Nathan’s as we stepped down from the podium, the applause from the crowd and the flashing of cameras having finally subsided after what felt like an eternity. “It’s over,” Nathan beamed, giving my arm a squeeze. “That wasn’t so bad.” I couldn’t help but grin back at him. “No, it wasn’t. You were great up there.” And he really had been great; the press conference had been an overwhelming success—any lingering doubts or trepidation we had harbored before had been utterly blown away by the sheer force of the crowd’s enthusiastic response. For so long, it had felt like we were fighting this battle alone, like the victims who had suffered under Dan’s horrific operation were little more than nameless, faceless casualties. But today, we had finally given them a voice. Their stories had reached the masses, had resonated and struck a chord with everyone who watched. Nathan had handled all of the questions that were thrown his way with poise and ease
OliviaI rapped my knuckles lightly on the door to Nathan’s office. A moment later, his voice called out, “Come in.”Stepping into the room, I placed my hands on my hips upon seeing the scene in front of me: Nathan was standing in front of the mirror, his shirt still untucked and his tie loosened. His desk was a mess of papers and folders, and it was clear that he had been checking over his notes last-minute before the press conference.
OliviaI wiped a bead of sweat from my brow, slowly turning to survey the progress that had been made in the park. The banners we had hung were a bold purple color, signifying our support of the women who had been affected by the trafficking ring.I couldn’t help but smile a bit as I looked at our progress. With the press conference today, followed by a festival to help raise funds for the shelter we were building, the park was bustling with activity as our pack members worked hard
NathanI leaned back in my chair with a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose in a futile attempt to stave off the encroaching headache. Spread out on my desk was an array of file folders, legal pads scrawled with notes, and printed transcripts—a minefield of information that would need to be carefully navigated on the day of the upcoming press conference.It had been two weeks since Dan and Montgomery’s bodies were found in the confinement pit, and it had been a dizzyin
OliviaMy hands shook uncontrollably as I stepped up to the edge of the pit, clutching the metal grating until my knuckles turned white. A thick, cloying stench wafted up from the darkness below—the unmistakable reek of death and decay.Despite the waves of nausea already roiling in my gut, I leaned forward for a closer look.
OliviaThe air coming through the open windows smelled like the fresh sea breeze as we made our way from room to room, touring every nook and cranny of the newly completed cottage. It was perfect—cozy and quaint, while still boasting all the modern amenities one could want. But more than that, it was a sanctuary, a haven.A fresh start.
OliviaThe sound of power tools outside streamed in through the window while I folded the laundry, a distant backdrop to my swirling thoughts. I had grown used to the sound, and actually kind of enjoyed it. It was a reminder that life went on, that our family was growing.It had been a couple of weeks since I had made the decision to take a temporary leave from work in order to really focus on my family—on rebuilding that long-severed bond with my mother—and I was glad I did.
NathanI couldn’t stop the rage from simmering just beneath the surface as I made my way through the darkened forest toward the confinement pit. No one knew I was here—I was coming under the cover of night, my hair and face concealed by a hood.But I had to come. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dan and Montgomery, and I needed to see them.